Chapter 415

There were a lot of people going to and from Qiao's courtyard, and all of them were counted in at about 12 o'clock.

I don't know how many incense sticks have been burned in the hall. The strong smell fills the hall. Even people outside can smell the smell. From 7:30 in the morning to now, at least thousands of people have gone in, which makes people sigh the charm of Lord Qiao.

"Cover the coffin!"

As the crowd slowly retreated, the funeral ceremony host yelled, and the whole audience was completely quiet. Four men went forward to lift the coffin cover and completely covered the coffin.

Originally the eye is red and swollen Qiao Ling Er cried and ran over: "no, I want dad, I want Dad!"

I can see the scene, the little girl's innocent cry, King Qiao's body trembled, closed his eyes and waved his hand. If he could, he didn't want to see Qiao ling'er sad, but his birth determined a lot of things, and many people were doomed to be helpless.

A woman went up to take Qiao ling'er away. Maybe she was tired of crying, or she was too sad. When she was carried away, she completely fainted.

The cover of the coffin has been covered, and the host said solemnly, "take up the coffin!"

Twelve men walked over, each carrying a position, slowly lifted up the coffin and walked out of the hall. The guests who came to offer incense were scattered on both sides. At the moment, there was no sound at all. Lord Qiao walked in the front with a stick: "son, father will give you a ride at last. Rest in peace."

Out of Qiao's courtyard, twelve people carried the coffin and put it on a car that had been prepared for a long time. Although the funeral was a coffin, Lord Qiao only took a form. Finally, the body of eldest Joe still needed to be cremated.

The hearse started and began to drive towards the crematorium more than ten kilometers away. Two black cars opened in the front, followed by the hearse, followed by dozens of funeral carts. As for the rest of the guests, some had left, some followed the last journey.

King Joe didn't say anything, whether they were sincere or not, he just wanted to give Joe the last leg.

Outside Bingdu crematorium, there are crematorium personnel waiting here for a long time. When hundreds of cars stop, they all step forward and know who is coming. They are all in awe.

Joe's coffin was lifted down from above. King Joe took a last look and waved: "it's packed in a crystal casket!"

The crematorium staff nodded, walked out of twelve people, carrying the coffin of eldest Joe, and walked towards it. Lord Qiao stood where he was and didn't follow him. He just let the white people take part in the past to watch, so as not to be quiet in the end.

Together with the coffin, they were sent to the incinerator with extremely high temperature, and Joe disappeared completely in the world.

Half an hour later, the crematorium management staff came to the crematorium with a black cloth covered crystal urn and put it in Lord Qiao's hand: "Mr. Qiao, Qiao is here."

Lord Qiao gave his crutch to black Shouwu and took over the urn with trembling voice: "son, blame your father's incompetence. Let you be buried in a pile of ashes. If you can be your father in the next life, I will not let you leave me so early."

As if to tell others, but also as if to tell themselves, quietly dropped a word, King Qiao carrying Qiao's ashes box on the black car: "to Qiao's cemetery!"

The team started again, hundreds of cars slowly left the crematorium, giving a very depressing feeling, but also lamented the death of a person, such a big battle.

Joe's cemetery!

A cemetery built along the mountain, covering an area of more than 300 mu, was built by Lord Qiao several decades ago, in order to give the Qiao family's children and grandchildren a sense of belonging. The sons and nephews of the Qiao family who could not be buried in the cemetery were all people who did not pay much tribute to the family.

It has been built for decades. In the 300 mu cemetery, there are only a dozen tombstones standing alone. In the middle of the cemetery, you can see the most magnificent tombstone and built tomb, but at the moment, there is no intention of burying people.

It was left by Lord Qiao for himself. Even if he died, he would like to die in the circle of the sons and nephews of the Qiao family. It was a special reunion of the old man.

There were a lot of people coming here, but only a hundred people gathered around Lord Qiao and walked inside. The rest of the people were waiting outside. Lord Qiao took the urn and went to the cemetery reserved for himself and took a look: "maybe I can sleep here for a long time."

Shaking his head, he showed a trace of melancholy. Lord Qiao went to one of the three cemeteries next door, which was the cemetery of eldest Joe. When he reached the open position, he put the urn in, pulled off the black cloth and covered it.

Then the management staff of the cemetery went over and quickly sealed it up. Otherwise, some snakes, insects, rats and ants might enter the cemetery, and the surrounding area was blocked, even if it was raining.

Before the snow covered graveyard, Lord Qiao looked at the photo of Qiao on the tombstone, and finally sighed: "rest in peace!"

Firecrackers exploded, and paper money burned again. There were many Yuanbao candles and paper men, but they were all asked by Lord Qiao to do something outside. Don't make too much noise.When everything was finished, more than two hours passed. Lord Qiao was old after all. After standing for such a long time, he felt that his legs and feet were sour. He coughed gently: "son, I'll go first. If my father is still alive next year, I'll come to see you."

With the help of white ginseng, a hundred people came out of the cemetery with the help of a hundred people. Facing the people who had been accompanying him for the funeral, Mr. Qiao slightly saluted: "thank you for coming to see my son off for the last leg today. Qiao's family has prepared thin wine in Qiao's hotel. I won't go there, let Qiao Er accompany you!"

"You're welcome. I'm friends with Joe. I'll give him a ride even if we are busy like this."

"Master, you can't be reborn after death. Don't damage your body!"

King Qiao's words made everyone speak. No matter whether they were sincere or not, Lord Qiao nodded politely. In about ten minutes, all the funeral personnel left.

"Father, my father asked me to greet you and pay attention to my body." In everyone's basic scattered almost, Liu Zhixin with a few Liu's elite came forward: "also let me tell you the old man, if you have time, go to the cold desert south to sit, more than ten years of time did not see, he missed you very much."

"It's just that I can't spare time to visit you because of the trivial things."

Mr. Qiao forced out a smile: "your father has a heart. Tell him that when he is free next spring, I'll go to see him again and have a good drink and sing a song!"

"That old man, I'll go first if I have something else to do!" Liu Zhixin nodded slightly, and then left with Liu's bodyguard.

After Liu Zhixin left, Lord Qiao turned to look at the new grave, his eyes did not take the slightest fluctuation: "I hope I am right!"

White ginseng and black Shouwu seemed to know what Lord Qiao meant, but they didn't speak. They escorted King Qiao to the motorcade. The rest of Qiao's elite also scattered and got ready to leave. After a busy morning, everyone still has nothing in their stomachs.

It takes more than half an hour for the motorcade to go back to the urban area. There are few people outside the ice city. Because of the driving in the snow, the cars are moving very slowly.

But in the driving out less than 10 kilometers, a long orange tail hit the car at the beginning, a roaring explosion, several Qiao's elite screams in the car have not been sent out, has completely died, become a broken arm.

"Lord, there are enemies!"

The white ginseng received the news from the front and said, "according to the brother in front, the attacker is Hebrew."

"Hebrew, not Chu Feng?" King Qiao's eyes coagulated, and then burst out a fierce look: "no matter who's coming, it's going to die. Although the eldest brother is not fit to see blood in the soil, I don't mind if I'm killed by someone!"

The people who can follow King Qiao's bodyguards are all elite. They just start to be disorganized. Then they quickly get out of the car with the help of effective shelter defense. Although the Chinese government forbids the use of weapons, in the ice capital near Hebrew, such things are not so strict. Every Qiao's guard has a gun in his hand.

The attacking enemy did not use a rocket from the beginning, but jumped out of the vast snow with hundreds of people, each with a powerful submachine gun in his hand.

The white man who just got out of the car and found a shelter saw the weapons in their hands. Although the ban on guns in Bingdu was not very strict, it was the limit to use a pistol. All the rocket launchers just exploded out had to be explained. Now there are hundreds of submachine guns, which is almost the same as looking for death.

King Qiao in the car also saw this scene, shaking his head and sighing: "it seems that the sky is going to die, my rhythm!"

If it's a hundred pistols, Lord Qiao is confident that he will be equal, not to mention annihilating the enemy. However, if submachine guns are used, there is no way for him to have more people.

There is no surplus emotion on the black face of the black head Crow: "Lord, be ready at any time, I will take you to break through."

As the sixth master in the red list, if you want him to fight with hundreds of submachine guns, you can't win, but you can join hands with the white people who are the seventh in the red list. If you want to break through with one person, you can't leave those people behind!

Lord Qiao looked at the things that were printed and shot out of the reversing mirror, and frowned tightly: "pathetic and pathetic!"

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